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Blair accelerated and hurried upstairs. She opened her suitcase, took out her umbrella, and then hurried back down.

When she joined Miller and they were about to leave, she heard the old granny ask her son, “I think something is not right. Son, is there a rainstorm?”

Her son was busy cooking in the kitchen as they still had some guests.

He was too busy prodding the fire with a poker to notice his mother’s mumbles.

After some hesitation, Blair suggested, “Miller, the old granny said there might be a rainstorm. This is the mountain area. How about we—”

Before she could finish speaking, Miller cut her off. He was slightly annoyed by her and the granny’s superstitious nature.

“You have an umbrella, don’t you? If there really is a rainstorm, we can take shelter from rain.” He grabbed her wrist and led her to catch up to his colleagues.

right.” Despite her reluctance, she chose to

of more than ten people and followed a small path up the hill. After dozens of minutes, they saw a clear stream. The water was so clear that they

chatted with each other cheerfully. Soon the sun rose even brighter than before. Miller’s male colleague said with a smug smile, “I told you.

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glance at her and snorted inwardly, ‘It’s true what they say-the prettier a woman is, the dumber she

face. Several dark clouds soon blocked the sun and threatened

raised their heads and cried

out of her backpack with

a single person from the men had brought an umbrella, and only some of the women were

unable to

held her umbrella with

in his arms, Blair struggled at first, but soon gave up and let Miller